The shade of the tree covers me
Cools my body as I sit beneath
A sense of calm engulfs my being
I feel different
With every breath I whisper words in my slumber
Tired eyes fluttering under closed lids often unheard
The tree breathes with me
I feel different
A thousand whispers debate in my mind
Whether this is wrong which feels so right
Am I a sinner to yearn it more?
I think I'm different
My heart locked stays in it's cage
Forever it has built to contradict rage
A prisoner in it's own body
I think I am different
If I were to knock the tree down
I may live but lost to be never found
Unrooted , ungrounded
I shall be different
When the church bell rings
I shall lay , my heart wrapped in a sling
My body shall give rise to my tree again
I am different but unique with him
- Dawn Wesson
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They Say It's Love #Wattys2017
PoetryA Collection of Poems. Tried to be themed around love. It's like a journey. From the first fall till the last. Come, come love. We never really get what it is. But they say it's love. Dawn Wesson 2015
